Encircled Triage
Life is an empty abode
Built on the verge of
An invisible road
Leading to perpetual death
Muted in an eternal mode
Deprived of an omen
Or a node
Red, yellow, green
Encircled in a triadic universal code.
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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